Disclaim: Don't own a thing, blabla, you know the drill.
OWh! And a enormous THANKS to my beta, fanfiction fanatic! I so luvvv what you have done with it! The thoughts from Sands about Lizz, very sweet, and still it's Sands! You're brilliant!
Chapter 18) New direction.
El stared straight down the highway, steering a large army truck. A painful silence had been strangling the occupants of the car since the moment they drove away, twenty minutes ago.
Twenty minutes back he had been running, supporting Sands by his good arm, trying to get to the truck as he continually looked of his should. He had to make sure they weren't being followed. He threw Sands in the backseat, slamming the door while running to the driver side and yanking the front door open and starting the car.
The girl gave a loud scream, afraid that he might drive away without her, as she dove over the hood of the car, landed on her butt, yanked open the door and sat down next to El, more than a little out of breath. El leaned over her and shut the door then he quickly backed up hit the gas and went straight through the iron fence.
The girl, in the meantime made herself useful. She leaned over her seat and preceded to grab an old piece of fabric. She put the fabric over the wound in Sands' shoulder as she pulled his pot leaf belt loose, wrapping it around his shoulder in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
People outside started yelling and shooting at them. The back windshield shattered. Lizz cursed as she pulled out her gun and shot three times. Two went through the roof, but the third managed to hit one of the shooters in the foot. The man fell over and grabbed his foot. The girl screamed victoriously.
"I HIT ONE!" And that was the last thing that had been said for twenty minutes.
El looked into the rear-view mirror at Sands. He seemed to be unconscious. Time to collect some information. He coughed a little and looked at the girl.
"So what's your name?" She didn't look up, but El saw her looking at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Lizz." She answer. It was very clear she didn't want to tell him anything. And that, was one thing El couldn't understand. He had saved her and she was amazed that he was El Mariachi, but she miraculous trusted Sands. Not him. He wasn't planning on giving up so easily.
"So, Lizz, how old are you?" He asked in a very friendly voice.
"Sixteen." She answered briefly. El nodded, he had thought right.
"So...why where you in prison with Sands?" She didn't look up and started playing with her hair. El frowned. "Did he force you to cooperate with him? Did he pay you money? He threatened you, didn't he?" She still kept silent. He smiled and laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, you can tell me." This time she looked up. Her eyes where wide with fury. She quickly pushed his hand away.
"Why do you keep saying those things! I already told you he didn't do anything bad to me!" She hissed. "The only thing he did was help me with the shit your ,so called boss, put me through!" She looked at Sands. "He's not as bad as you think he is."
If the girl hadn't looked so serious he would have laughed right in her face. Sands not a bad man...right, and pigs could fly.
They both went silent again and El concentrated on the road. After a few minutes he looked quickly at the girl. She was almost asleep against the window. He wondered what Sands had done to earn her trust. He had probably used his infamous powers of persuasion and manipulation. He had to give it to the agent, he was without a doubt smart, and knew how to work people. Sands had done it to him, bringing up some terrible memories. He had pushed his buttons very well. Suddenly the girl jumped up.
"STOP! STOP THE CAR!" El jumped and immediately pressed his foot to the brake.
"WHAT!"
The girl pointed at a drugstore. " I uhhh… get carsick really easily. I swear you don't want me to puke all over the car, do you?" Before El could protest she jumped out of the car. Lizz heard the Mariachi curse at her as she hurried to the other side of the road.
It was around three p.m and the shop was closed. "Shit!" She whispered. Cautiously she walked around the pharmacy. In the back there where trashcans.
Above them there was a small window. A very thin window. Lizz sighed.
She had stolen a large amount of money, helped a corrupt CIA agent, and shot at people..."I think burglary will fit in quiet well among that list." She whispered as she picked up a large rock and threw it at the window.
Of course she missed.
"Oh fuck!" She hissed in frustration as she climbed up the trash cans, and using a bigger rock this time, smashed the window. She quickly got the left over pieces out of the frame and climbed through the small window. Which was harder than she had first thought it would be.
With a loud smack she landed on the pharmacy floor face down. Cursing she rubbed her aching head. "There has to be a simpler way to break in…" She wiped off her skirt. "When Sands gets better I'll ask him. I can bet my soul on him having done it more than once." Then she remembered what she had really come for. She walked slowly through the store.
"What did Sands say he used when he got attacks?" She asked herself, picking up little boxes and jars with god only knows what in them. " It was an...Anti...Antispy...Antipsychotic? Yeah! That's it. Antipsychotic, now I just have to find one! Man am I smart!"
Again she started to pick up jars and boxes, this time she didn't bother to put them back. After all compared to burglary, vandalism wasn't that bad. Then it hit her. Sands had said, "With medicines, very strong medicines." Those medicines wouldn't just be on the shelves. You need a prescription for them. She ran back to where she had begun her search. Again she found boxes, but nothing stronger than Tylenol was on the shelves. While scanning the room her eyes rell on a large locked closet. She smiled. That had to be it.
Only problem was she had no idea how to get the damn thing open. She quickly started looking for a key. She searched the counter, drawers, tables and the floor, but she only found a few pieces of lint and a pen. No key. She looked around the room again. Aha! A rifle, she had missed it on her first sweep of the room. It was probably there in case there was a robbery. She grabbed the gun and aimed it at the lock. She pulled the trigger and...nearly got hit with the bullet. It had bounced of the cabinet.
"Strong metal..." She sighed and in a spurt of anger and frustration kicked the closet. Probably not her best idea ever. Immense pain shot through her foot.
"AH!" She yelped. "STUPID USELESS PIECE OF OLD IRON!" She ran at the closet and pushed it. Surprisingly it fell sideways with a loud bang, landing on the floor. The right had door cracked open. Lizz laughed and jumped up and down in celebration.
"YEAH! I DID IT!" With a little bit of difficulty she managed to get the other door open. She looked inside and saw all kinds of needles
"JESUS!" She jumped back, tripped over her own feet and landed on her ass, again! Rubbing her sore butt she walked over to it. Curious, she looked into the closet.
There where hundreds of needles laying throughout the closet, but luckily she also saw some jars. Trying not to get pricked by the needles, she carefully reached into the closed and picked up a couple jars with names as confusing as hell itself. She had found it, 'Quetiapine'! On the bottle it said it was an antipsychotic!
After rendering her mission complete, she walked back to were the normal medicines were kept and grabbed a box of car sickness pills. She then grabbed a paper bag and tossed the medicines in. She succeeded in climbing out the window without giving herself a concussion and ran back to the truck. El had his elbows on the wheel and his head resting on his hands. He didn't look very happy, Lizz wished she had brought something back for him too.
" Where have you been!" He asked immediately, not even waiting for her to get into the car. " You were in there for over half an hour! It can't possibly take that long to steal some pills!" He continued slightly annoyed.
'You have no idea how wrong you are' Lizz thought. " I'm sorry but my Spanish isn't very good, it took me a while to find what I was looking for." She explained proving her point by showing him the box of pills as she shook one out of the box and popped it in her mouth. El only growled, and Lizz had a feeling that he didn't believe her at all.
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After a half hour of driving, seeing the girl fall asleep and thinking of what she really had done in the drugstore, El stopped the car. The girl slowly opened her eyes. She blinked and looked around.
"Where are we?" She asked, still sounding sleepy.
"At my house." El answered in short order. He didn't want to waste time with talking. It was important to get her and Sands inside, quick. It was late and there were always people connected to the cartels about.
He stepped out, scanning the area around his house. He didn't see anything suspicious, so he slowly closed his door and walked to the backseat, opening the door. Sands had barely moved and it was quiet clear how much pain he was in. El rolled his eyes. " I can't believe I am doing this!" In a way that was anything but gently, he dragged Sands out of the car and onto his feet. Sands' body tensed but he didn't make a sound.
'He's a very strong man.' El admitted when he felt the man's blood soak t-shirt. 'Or a very stubborn one.'
"You, Lizz, open the door." He threw her his house keys with his free hand.
"There aren't any booby-traps, right?" She looked questioning. "Because I saw this movie where a blonde girl got killed by a huge spike, just because she opened a door. And it looked pretty gross, I don't think I am up for that and-"
"Just opened the damn door!" El snared.
"Okay, OKAY!" Lizz yelled back.
"And don't yell so much! It's dangerous!" El snapped. Lizz rolled her eye's.
"Some people are way to serious." She whispered as she walked to the door, put the key in the lock and turned it. Holding her breath and awaiting death by giant spike, she opened the door. To her relief she wasn't impaled against the wall, so she walked in. It wasn't what she had thought a legendary gunfighters residence would look like.
The walls were light red and slightly cracked. The room she was currently in was small and dusty even compared to her tiny apartment. There was a large pea green sofa in the corner accompanied by an extremely old chair that was also the same revolting shade of green.
There wasn't much else in the room besides a tv a small table covered with leftover food surrounded by three rickety wooden chairs. Lizz noticed a small but clean kitchen to her left. She walked into to it and saw a door leading to a sandy garden. " Guess the great El Mariachi isn't much of a gardener." She muttered to herself as she walked back into the living room where she found El and a still unconscious Sands. "So, uhh...What do we do now?" Lizz asked.
"Going to sleep, sounds like a good idea to me." El answered swiping his hand across his sweaty forehead.
" I meant with him." She pointed at Sands.
"Oh yeah, him." He replied a hint of anger in his voice. " I don't think there is much we can do. He has lost a great amount of blood and he didn't even flinch when I dropped him on accident."
He looked at the girl's shocked eyes then cursed himself for being so negative in front of her. "But of course we can always try." He carried Sands into a tiny room that may have once been used as a study. He placed Sands on a thin mattress and put a blanket over him. " Stay here." He told Lizz. "I'm going to get some clean water and a first aid kit. You wait here and don't do anything stupid." He walked away while Lizz stuck her tongue out at his back.
Why do guys always think she is going to do something stupid! Maybe there is a handbook full of rules that guys follow :Rule number One: Don't trust a young Blonde girl who is trying to save your ass. Rule number two: If you do not need your ass saved but see a young blonde girl with a corrupt CIA agent remember she is stupid and can't do anything right.
She looked at Sands and sat down beside him. Slowly she brushed her fingers over his cheek.
"Hey? Can you hear me? Hello?" She waited a moment. " Are you still alive?" He slowly turned his head in her general direction.
"No I think I am in Hell...at least that's what it feels like." He answered before he had to stifle back a groan after accidentally jostling his shoulder.
"Is it that bad?" Lizz asked, sounding a bit more than a little worried. Her voice was trembling slightly. Sands only grinned, like he always did when he didn't want to admit how much pain he was in. Then, not thinking, he shrugged. Bad idea. He immediately grabbed his shoulder and had to bite his lip to avoid letting out a scream.
"It's okay." The girl hushed beside him. It surprised him that she was still here. He hadn't expected that. He thought she would leave after El had gotten them out of there. After all El was the great El Mariachi, a man stupid as hell but a great gun fighter, he figured she would leave him with El and get out of this mess. Suddenly he heard the girl start talking again.
"In a minute El will be back. He will stitch you back together and-"
"There is no way in hell that, that Neanderthal is going to touch me!" He spat. "I am not going to give him the chance to even think he is in control here! If he even dares to put a finger on me, I'll blow his fucking brains out! You hear me!"
"It was hard not to Sands, even a deaf guy three blocks from here could have heard that." She answered and Sands had a feeling she was smirking, and he would have done the same if his shoulder wasn't burning like hell itself. The voices were getting so loud that the only place they would have fit in was an episode of Jerry Springer. It felt like someone was drilling a hole in his head none to quickly.
"If El finds out your dirty little secrets he's going to laugh at you and throw you out of his house. And the funny thing is, Shel, you deserve it!"
"Sheldon! You piece of shit! Where are YOU!"
"I'm sorry Sheldon for leaving you, but what you did was wrong! Everything you do is wrong!"
"Did I already mention, you're pathetic? If not, just so you remember: pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, PATHETIC!"
"Fuck off, go away!" He whispered. Why can't you three leave me alone! You're not real, so fuck off! I don't want to hear you! He shook his head. JUST FUCKING FUCK OFF!
"There is no way I'll go away, Sheldon, not after what you did to me! I'll make you pay, and don't you dare think I can't hurt you anymore!"
Tremendous pain shot through his head. He bit his lip so hard it started to bleed.
"See, horrible little boy, see what I can do to you?"
"Jeez, Shel, VERY WEAK!"
Someone shook him. "Sands, he's coming." The first person Sands thought it was, was his dad. He immediately tensed up and tried to get up off the thin mattress, but then he realized that it couldn't be his dad. Where the hell was he again! He searched his mind and remembered that he was in a house...El's house...El Mariachi...a man who hated him...not good! El could do anything to him right now. He was blind, shot up, and in a great deal of pain. He couldn't let the man near him. Not now! He tried to sit up.
"Don't let that guy in here." He demanded. " I don't want him around." He was surprised by the calm tone of his voice.
"But he's a legendary gunfighter, don't ya think he would be better at stitching bullet wounds than I would be."
" I don't give a damn. Don't let that guy in! I hate that motherfucker!" He hissed
"Okay, alright, but if you have a horrible scar don't blame me. I warned you!" Lizz said as she stood up and opened the door in time to see El about to turn the handle. He was carrying a bowl filled with water, a couple of towels, and a first aid kit. She quickly grabbed everything out of his hands. "I'll do it, he doesn't like you very much and I don't think it would be a very good idea for you to go in right now." El frowned, but left the topic be. He didn't want to be in the same room, let alone the same house as Sands anyways. He gave her a needle and wire.
"Do you need anything else?" Lizz turned around and looked at Sands. He was laying as still as death and he didn't seem to be breathing. She was slightly worried especially as she began to take in his appearance. His t-shirt was soaked through and his leather paints were practically torn to pieces.
"Some clothes would be nice." She told El. The Mariachi nodded and walked away. Lizz closed the door and turned on the lights. Immediately Sands started to breath again. "Jesus, man, you almost gave me a heart attack, you looked so dead." She muttered. Sands started to smirk.
"I knew you would be impressed by my acting talents."
"Nice. Now shut up." She places the bowl of water next to Sands and opened the first aid kit. "Can you get your t-shirt off?"
"Luv, I can't even move my arm." He grinned once again, but the pain was visible on his face.
"Then I will have to cut your shirt open." she picked up the scissors from the kit.
"No way, this is the only shirt I have left, I won't let you kill it." He said defiantly. Lizz sighed why couldn't he, for once, agree with her? Just one time!
"You can borrow a shirt from El. Now stop complaining." She knelt besides
him. "Can you sit up?" He glared at her. She placed her arm around his shoulder and pulled him up. When he was sitting he sighed in relief. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She said, being rewarding with another glare. "I'm going to cut your shirt off, so don't make any sudden movements." He smiled.
"Okay, strip me." Lizz rolled her eyes. This guy was just unbelievable. Carefully she cut the shirt and pulled it off. She looked at the large hole in his shoulder.
"Shit!" She whispered.
"What? Aren't I good looking anymore!" He joked. Lizz started to laugh.
"Yes, you still are, that hole in your shoulder really finishes your look. I'm sure it will become a trend."
"Yeah, me and my fashion statements…"
Lizz giggled again.
"Okay let's get serious." She picked up a towel and dipped in the water. " I'm going to clean the wound now, just so you know."
"You're too kind." Sands said sarcastically. Lizz chose to ignore his smart comment and started to wipe off the blood. A couple of times he suddenly tensed and cursed her but within ten minutes the wound was clean and the water in the bowl had turned pink.
"I think I did a good job, considering this is only my second time doing this." She said proudly looking at her handy work.
"Just get the fucking bullet out and shut up." He responded.
She stuck out her tongue and searched in the kit for a tweezers. She found them and checked to make sure they were clean. Again she looked at the wound.
"Okay this is going to hurt, alot, 'cause the bullet is in deep. Should I ask El for a drink?"
"No, I am already pretty fucked up, and I need to be alert with that guy around." He said. Again she rolled her eyes. My god, give it a break man! But she didn't argue and decided to once more look at the bullet wound. It really didn't look very pleasant. On E.R it always looked so simple…
But it went surprisingly good, thank god! Within a couple seconds the bullet was out and she hadn't damaged anything. Sands hadn't even yelled at her. She wiped off the small amount of blood seeping from the wound.
"I'm going to stitch it now." She said. Sands nodded. During the first two stitches he was a little tense but soon they were to the last one and everything had gone fine.
"Can you turn a little bit for the last stitch?" Lizz asked.
"Sure." He answered and he turned a little bit , his back to her. She made the last stitch. "That's all, you're done. All cleaned and stitched in less than fifteen minutes."
"Aren't I a lucky guy?" He said sarcastically. She smartly ignored his sarcastic comments and put the needle down. She frowned and looked at Sands' shoulder blade. There where white discolorored burn scars on it.
"How did you get those?" She asked touching his shoulder blade carefully.
A shiver went throw his body and he paled."Dad was pissed because I misplaced his ashtray. I was five." He sighed and fell into his thoughts, back to the a time when he was still an innocent little kid. He stopped. No, not this time. That bastard wouldn't beat him. And he wouldn't tell the girl anymore of his past than he already had. He turned around, his back against the wall. "I want a new T-shirt, I'm cold." He grunted blankly.
"Sure." She said softly, not quiet whispering, maybe she was upset about what he had said. Or maybe she was just shocked. He heard her get up and open the door. The door slowly closed and he was left alone, with only his thoughts and the voices.
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Lizz sighed as she closed the door. That's something you just don't like to hear. Those scars on his shoulder blade where defiantly third degree burns. She remember a time she had gotten burned while holding a candle. That had hurt like Hell, but she didn't even get a scar. Her hand closed into a fist. She hoped that he had let that bastard suffer before he killed him.
She remembered what she was looking for, and walked into the other room. There she saw El sitting on the sofa watching tv. When he noticed her, he stood up.
"So, how is he?" He asked.
"Okay, I think." Lizz answered softly, as she thought about how fucked up he really was. El nodded and walked to the table. He picked up a black shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans.
"Here, these are for Sands." She thankfully took the clothes. There were way to big for Sands, but he was in no position to complain.
"Do you maybe have some clothes for me?" She asked nicely. The Mariachi thought for a moment.
"I don't think I have anything that small."
"It doesn't matter." She replied. "Anything is better than what I'm wearing right now." She gestured to her ripped miniskirt and dirty shirt. El nodded.
"I see what you mean." He turned around and walked to a door. "Follow me."
Lizz sighed in relief and ran after the Mariachi. She walked into the bedroom. In the room there was only a bed and a small closet. The walls where yellow and above the bed was filled with bullet holes. Lizz chuckled.
"I love your decorations, El."
El looked up from the closet. "Yeah, that was from the last owner. The man didn't pay his rent." He explained.
"Here in Mexico they have so many creative ways to solve their problems." She mimed shooting. El didn't reply and continued searching in the closet. Lizz shrugged and sat down on the bed. Just then she noticed blood on the pillow. She quickly jumped up and stared at the blood. "Exactly, how long has it been since the last owner 'left' ?" El didn't look up.
"About two days, why?"
"Just wondering." Lizz said, trying not to look at the blood again.
Finally El pulled out a long white shirt.
"This okay?"
Lizz took it and held it to her. No blood, went over her knees, not dirty, no need to complain. Grateful she smiled.
"Thank you."
"You can changes in the bathroom." He pointed to a door. Again she smiled.
"Thanks."
"No problem. I'll be in the living room." He walked out.
Finally, Lizz thought as she walked into the bathroom, a guy who knows how to act like a gentleman and doesn't scream, yell or curse like the devil himself. She placed the borrowed shirt on the towel rack. Then she nearly had a heart attack when she looked in the mirror.
"Holy Christ, I look like freaking Marilyn Manson!"
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"Now you're alone again, Shel, I told you she would leave you? Didn't I tell you that?"
"He's right Sheldon, now your alone, no one can stop me from hurting you…"
"No! go away!" He whispered. "You are not real!"
"Oh, but I am, dear Shel, I am you! I'm the part you that you have tried to ignore for too long. And because of that you lost. You lost everything, Shel, every last thing in your so called life. You fucked up!"
"Shut up!"
"Sheldon, you have shut me out for too long, and now I'm back! And I will make you pay for being the evil, worthless, insane kid you were and still are!"
"I'm not worthless...or insane...or evil!" he struggled to find the right words. "You made me into this! I never chose this, I never wanted it! I couldn't and can't help it!"
"You could have!" This time it was the voice of his mom. "You could have made a choice! No one forced you to kill your father! He was an evil man, yes, but you pulled the trigger! You could have turned around and walked away. But you didn't, you lowered yourself to his level. You killed him, and a young boy and mother! You killed us!"
"No.. no.. no.. I didn't.. I didn't want that to happen.." He sobbed. " I only wanted to stop him, just once.. I didn't.. I didn't mean to.."
"But you did! You killed him! And you didn't stop. You've murdered so many people! You've killed hundreds of fathers and mothers! And Sheldon Jeffery Sands, I will never forgive you for that! You are even worse than your dad."
"NO! Please, don't say that mom! Please!" He held his head and made himself
as small as possible. "Please don't say that…"
"You deserve this, Sheldon..."
"You fucked up, Shel, you so fucking deserve this."
"You shitty little brat! You deserve this!"
Pain shot through his head. "No, no, no, please!" After a couple of second the pain slowly drifted away. His body relax and slowly he started breathing again. When was this shit going to stop? He heard the door open and he tensed again, not knowing who to expect. He tried to act like he was unconscious.
"Sands, you asleep?" Lizz's voice whispered. He heard her walk away a couple of steps. "In that case I'm going." Immediately Sands head shot and looked in her direction. If she went away he would be alone again, in the dark. And the voices would come back. And he didn't want that...ever again.
"I'm awake." He said with a soft, almost silent voice. He heard the door creak followed by her walking back in the room.
"Thought so." She sat besides him. "I got you new cloths." She pushed a pair of jeans in his arms. "That's the pants, and this is a shirt. I'll help you put it on."
Without waiting for his approval she put the shirt one, trying not to touch the wound and buttoned it. "The jeans you can do yourself." She said. "Oh, and I got something for you. While you where unconscious, I broke into a drugstore and got you your anti.. anti-somethings." She paused for a moment." Antipsychotics, right, that's it, anyways. I got you some I have a bottle of pills. They are something called Quetiapine."
Sands was a little shocked by her actions, but he went brain dead when she used the word 'pills'. He recovered quickly. "I'm not gonna take those fucking pills! I'm not a fucking junky!" Alright, at the moment he was desperate for a solution, but he still had some of his pride and independence intacted, death wasn't too far away, so...why not hurry it up a little.
"I thought you would say something like that. But lucky for you, I already thought about it." He heard her open up the jar. "Think of it this way. In the room next door is a man who hates you and wouldn't mind shoving this pill down your throat. So I think the best thing you can do, is to take the pills yourself." His mouth dropped.
"You little bitch! Your black mailing me!"
"I learned from the master." She replied. She pushed four pills into the palm of his hand. " I'm not sure if I got the right doses, but It'll do, I hope."
Doesn't that sounds great, he thought sarcastically. But there wasn't really an
alternative…He took the pills and swallowed them.
"Happy?" he sneered.
"No, stick out your tongue." She ordered in a bossy manner . Sand clenched his
jaw.
"Fine." He stuck out his tongue. "Now, can you please stop nursing me! It's fucking annoying!"
"Okay, okay, I'm going, jeez." She stood up, picked up the pills and walked at the door. Within a second Sands realized that he would be alone again. Alone in the dark with his thought, his fears and the voices that would make it all worse. He tried to sit up.
"No, don't go!" Was it just him, or did he sound really desperate...not to mention pathetic? The girl stopped walking.
"What is it now? I want to go to sleep, it's almost five a.m. and I'm dead tired."
"Because…" Shit,now he had to come with something good, or else she
would laugh at him or walk away, both would be bad. "Because…"His thoughts were going a mile a minute. "Because…" Shit, what was the problem! He was trained to come up with this kind of bullshit to keep the enemy talking, why couldn't he now?
Then he realized this wasn't an enemy. This was a weird girl, that had saved his ass and who was trying to act like she cared for him. And she did a great job, she could have a hell of an acting career. He was enjoying it, he didn't care that it was all fake.
He liked the idea that someone was there, someone who was nice to him, someone who came back even after he got pissed off at them and said some pretty bad shitto them. Someone who didn't pity him because of his past or his fucked up life. She didn't pity him over his blindness, and she didn't ask stupid questions or ones without answers. Like what he thought the meaning of life was...someone had actually asked him that before. 'How the fuck should I know!' had been his response, of course he shot them later...She wasn't like that, she just listened. She listened and oddly enough she didn't judge him. That meant the world to him.
"If you don't have anything important to say, I'm going." Again she started to walk out the door.
"WAIT!" He almost jumped up. Okay, Sands, this time you sounded overly pathetic. "Can you please stay a little bit longer?" He said, trying to sounds as normal as possible.
"Why?" She asked, probably frowning. Christ, she truly wanted him to say it, didn't she! Oh, hell why not! He sighed.
"Because I don't want to be alone right now, It's quite busy in here." He tapped his temple ,trying to make it sound funny and not terrifying like it was. "And since you are the only real person, excluding me, in this room, it makes you perfectly qualified for the position." He gave her a humorless smile. And thank god, hallelujah she came back. He heard her footsteps and she sat down where she was before.
"So what now? Do I just sit here or what?" She asked. Sands felt like smacking her, but decided against it .
"No…just, I dunno. Tell me something about yourself...or something. "She was probably shocked, him showing interest in her. Hell, good thing she didn't know better. He only wanted someone to talk, so the voices wouldn't be so god damn loud.
"So what should I talk about?" She said.
"How should I know! You talk all day, and never shut up, so don't tell me that you don't have anything to talk about!" Again he started to get annoyed, the often present want to shoot her sprang up.
"All right, chill." She sighed and went silent for a moment. " Oh, I got something! Did you know the last owner of this house, got killed because he didn't pay his rent? I'm not totally sure, but pretty sure. I saw blood on El's bed, and it looked really gross! So I asked El when the last owner left, cause El has only lived here for two days or something." And so she went on and on about the house and her old high school that she had hated. She told him about her favourite tv series, movie stars, music and everything else teenage girls talk about. During her talking Sands sometimes nodded, or mumbled something.
He felt as if he was in some kind of trance. The drugs where kicking in, and since the headache was almost gone he suddenly felt how tired he was. The strange thing was he felt...kinda good. The voice noticed.
"This is never going to work Shel, you can't make me shut up! Not again! I am you, remember that!"
"You think a fucked up girl can make me stop hurting you, Sheldon? You're even stupider than I thought you where. And a fucking coward! Little chicken shit!"
"Why don't you leave the girl alone, Sheldon? She's not safe if you're around. You will kill her, I can see it already. Let her go! This won't work!"
He shook his head. I think it will work, and you know why? Because I don't have a headache, it's gone. And I won't listen to that fucking shit you three tell me anymore! You know why? Because you are all fake! Three fucked up fakers!
He made a choice that moment. He wouldn't let them win. The girl, no, Lizz was right. He had been beaten since the day of the dead. He had lost a lot, almost everything. He had been laughed at, humiliated. He had been made into a joke. But guess what, he is Sheldon Jeffery Sands. And he always comes back, to keep the balance and kill all the fuckers who had messed with him. And this time, he might have someone to help him. But that was still iffy. Right now he didn't give a shit, he only wanted to listen to her voice and sleep.
Hallelujah I'm done! ( for this chapter, don't get me wrong) It took me
three and a half day to write this chapter. I tried to get a little bit of humour in this chap, and along with some angst and a dash of hate and bitterness.( That , I think, would be El)I also hope Sands/El weren't going to far OOC is, because he did get a little soft at the ending.
Only a little right? RIGHT!
AGAIN MERRY XMAS!
Luvzzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.